Chillout Session - Paul Van Dyke


Today is the day I found myself a puke inducing, revolting irritant. Oh, how I love exaggerating, honestly. I gave a lot of blank faces and blank stares. So people kept asking if I was stoning and mentioned that I looked lost. But I was fine, perfectly fine, just mind-fuckingly tired. I am tired :(.

Today was pretty fun fun fun! Resumed certain games and suddenly we had to go for Tug-Of-War, which was absofuckinlutely demoralizing by the way. I cannot stand the feeling of losing even after going in to the semi-finals. What the fuck do the opponent team members eat!? With all the other schools cheering and screaming for god-knows-what under the blistering sun watching people's faces cramp up; I honestly wondered why couldn't we just head over to the canteen and nom on food.

Nom nom nom nom nom.

I am down for the skit, only because Lester asked us to. I honestly honestly HONESTLY thought we (Mel, Me, Haren) were about to get scolded because we're fucking lame and annoying. Then I realized I needed to be a snake and have to look like I'm terrified by some wolves and random things which don't excite me. I felt stupid but I did it for fun. I think. I'd be more enthusiastic tomorrow... I think. I was honestly falling asleep just now, honestly.

On a side note, I think CCC is pretty cool, honestly. A concoction of various attitudes and mindset, not afraid to voice out (duh) and convey their message. Participating and spontaneous bunch of whackos (double duh). There's a reason why we are in DCID. I hope I made the right move.

Honestly.

Edit:/

I TOOK A PIC WITH Haren and my hair is half fucked.
Yes, duh, darlings I know the laptop and webcam is connected to the motherbig projector screen. I DON'T REALLY CARE.

*grouchy*

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